My son decided to become a vegetarian. He calls me up and says he isn't eating meat anymore and then gives me a list of items he wants me to have around the house. Of course I'm astounded. This is the kid that as soon as breakfast hit the table he would pounce on the bacon plate and ask how many piece did he get. This was the scale that he would use to rate a successful meal, if he got enough bacon. So I did what any mom would do, I asked if his boyfriend was a vegetarian. I also said that just because someone only eats french fries, it does not make them a vegetarian. He rolls his eyes (yes, I can tell over the phone when one of my family rolls their eyes at me). I tell him that I will give him some money and he can buy a vegetarian starter kit at the store. He comes home with Quorn Chckn Nuggets and Tofurkey. He's got lunch and dinner covered as I always have fruit and vegetables on hand.
I'm ok with his choice, hey, I even made sure he has vitamins so I can be sure he is getting the right stuff. But what I don't like is the fact that the stuff he is eating is fake meat. It seem kind of hypocritical to eat products that resemble what you are giving up. But then I figured I put non dairy creamer in my coffee because I'm a bit lactose intolerant, so there you go. So Aaron eats his fungus nuggets (I haven't told him what quorn is and I don't think he looked into it) and I have the pleasure of making his sandwich with the Tofurkey, or as I call it faux turkey or tofunky. The stuff feels and smells nasty. For god's sake, have a cheese sandwich. When ever I handle the stuff I have to immediately wash my hands with hot hot water. It's kind of like the reaction I have when I get canned cat food on my hand when feeding the cats. EWWW GROSS. Anyway, he is eating meatless and it costs me a fortune as this stuff is expensive.
Last night he called me from Dallas while visiting his dad. He is informing me that he is giving up milk. That it just grosses him out now and he can no longer drink something that is like pus squeezed from a cow's breast. He continued to rant on and on but I missed part of it as I was dishing up ice cream. So I said, "What about ice cream?" He was silent for a moment. Then he said, "there's always Tofutti"